Is it a bird, is it a plane… Nope, those are just leaves. Or more like needles… or leaves or… Oh come on, I am an archeologist. I just love trees. And this one is so special. I mean how … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: December 2019
I do it… No idea why… I do not only hug the trees. I do not only talk to them and am easily amazed by them, but… I fall in love in them. Too easily. Oh yes. This one is … Continue reading
Do you have one? A place, where you can hide and somehow power up your batteries? Which is a bit mythical, mystical, has something… … more. I mean, you just feel it. This is mine. Or more like one of … Continue reading
I mean… There is so much in this world what I have not seen. There are things which i really do not care about, and do not mind not knowing them, like tall buildings, fast cars, smelly chimneys… But then… … Continue reading
And I saw many of them… So many. I mean it everything was like in all those stories… stories about deep woods and beings dancing there. About magic and witches which were so free… Truly free. Because finally they could … Continue reading
Rød fluesvamp… muchomor. Toadstool… flybane? So many names, famous photo of a fox eating one… The past telling me that you can always eat mushrooms which were eaten by bugs or animals, and suddenly this one. The one, maybe not … Continue reading
Mushrooms… … fungi… all those amazing creatures of the woodlands. Growing in fact… everywhere. I mean look. A piece of wood, stone which has some soil, old bridge, young woman… come on, they are everywhere. Feet… disgusting me. LOL Nope, … Continue reading
It was a busy day… It was earlier a redrum… LOL And after this… it became cobalt blue closet. Warmest and coziest of places. I mean really. All we need is a small soft chair and fluffy carpet… and it … Continue reading
I love watching them when they pass away. Come back to the ground which fed them and in fact gave life. Before or after they left their seeds… Before the petals went away or maybe… just before. Before withering. To … Continue reading
I remember the times when they were everywhere. I remember those wild and those which gave us poppy-seeds. I remember the fields of them and those dried heads making amazing music when it was windy, but then… people learned how … Continue reading